The cabin greeted us
Every summer as kids
With warm memories
To be made in nature
The gentle sounds of the river
As it lapped against the banks
The gentle sounds of raindrops
Hitting the tin rooftop
A glimpse of a deer
Taking a drink of water
From the other side
Of the flowing river
Birds all over singing
With their distinct calls
My grandpa was good
He could name them all
And grandma would always
Wake us with the smell
Of pancakes on the griddle
Waiting to be devoured
There were plenty of walks
An occasional bike ride
Horseshoes and badminton
And an old swing set
It was sad to see it go
My grandparents now gone
And the family not interested
It was an old worn out cabin
But I still carry it with me
Deep in my heart
And remember it fondly
Especially during a gentle rain
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cabin
Beautiful nostalgic poy
Thank you Sadje.
You’re welcome
Poem* sorry!
Sounds wonderful.
It was Marleen!
Sounds perfect to me.
It was… well except for the outhouse. LOL